I was going to make a grand announcement.
A proclamation!
A natural doubter, I knew I had to earn the right.
I thought it would help to learn some things.
I learned that I lacked patience.
One day, after years of preparation, the shimmering moment arrives, and I am ready to stake my most credible claim on a final silence. I accept, sort of. In the end, this will have the last word. Still, I want to stick around for the conversation as long as possible.
This morning, in a sort of interim silence that was not without the noise of pipes and a washing machine and car doors, I notice that the cat makes a muted mew in her sleep. It is unlike her other sounds.
I have a sense the cat knows many things, traveling as she often is, between here and the hereafter where she stores her other lives, among the other lives of what must be an immense congregation of creatures, and wouldn’t it be something to be in that church, hearing?
Whatever they are, the cat has yet to announce. She holds her silence and I hold my flimsy patience in midair with the posture of someone who has just forgotten why they entered a room.
I love this one!
Thank you, Chris. The resident cat is a great adviser. : )
I always love your cat posts. You two seem to have a great relationship of mutual respect… or at least one-sided from human to cat.
Amen to that, Jeff! She is an advanced being, for sure. All I know on her end is that she seems to appreciate my warm body. I’m fine with that : )
For one horrible moment I thought you were giving up.
Phew!
Hah! I’m too stubborn a creature of habit. Thanks, Granny : )
Very clever!
[cat’s idea entirely] : )
“To be in that church, hearing” stopped me in my tracks.
Thank you, friend.
Beautiful one! 👌
Thank you, Priti : )
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